Saturday, September 28, 2013

The Scottish Selkie, a Celtic/Romance set in ninth century
Scotland is a tale, which springs from Druid lore, of a mysterious, dark
warrior, a fiery Pict Princess, and the shadowy secret standing between them. A
bow and arrow carrying Pict beauty takes vengeance on a royal target but fails
at her attempt to slay the Scot King, Kenneth McAlpin. To save her life, she is
forced to wed the king's cousin, Malcolm. Just as the Scot warrior and the Pict
Princess begin to forge a bond, Malcolm must reveal his incredible secret and
choose between two worlds, one with Bethoc or one without.

The Scottish Selkie is an ebook with four five star
reader reviews on Amazon and it’s coming out as an audio book in October. The Scottish Selkie is at the Book Trailer Park today coming as an audio book soon

He didn't speak. His eyes
grew wide and he took a deep breath. “Mayhaps you merely do not want to sleep
alone this eve?”

“Sleep is not what I am
thinking of.” Bethoc turned and bid Malcolm to follow.

Sounds of night birds and
night bugs blended together into a gentle lull as she glided down the moonlit
path. She sensed his heated gaze feasting on the subtle yet sensuous sway of
her shoulder and hips.

“Bethoc,” Malcolm called
in a ragged tone.

Turning, she gazed at him.
They stood apart, but the raw hunger in his dark eyes told her all.

Bethoc parted her lips.
Malcolm stepped up to her, reached out, and yanked her in his arms. She leaned
her head to his. Bethoc's mouth melded with Malcolm's, a mergence of fire and
water.

He squeezed her hand in
his as they walked side by side to the rath. Bethoc released his hand and
pulled the door open. Malcolm strode to the fire, lit a torch, and lighted candles
posted around the room. The smell of burning wax filled the air.

She walked up to him and
wrapped her arms around his strong, solid shoulders. He leaned his head down to
Bethoc's and crushed her mouth with his. “You taste like a honey comb stolen
from a high tree. Wild and dripping with thick sweetness.”

Malcolm lifted her into
his arms; she wrapped her long, lithe legs around his waist. Their slick lips
pressed, rubbed, slid, and pushed fervently against each other. Malcolm rolled
the back of her skirt up to her waist, exposing her bare bottom.

With her arms tangled
about his shoulders and her long legs rolled around his waist, Malcolm carried
her to the kitchen. Bethoc gasped as he set her bare ass on the hard wooden
table.

She grabbed the honey pot
beside her, and dipped two fingers in the sticky sweetness. She rubbed her
fingers, dripping with thick golden honey, across Malcolm's mouth.

Sliding her sticky fingers
back and forth, she spread the succulent honey all over his full, wet lips,
which he licked with the tip of his tongue. Malcolm poked his finger in the
small clay pot and stirred the honey in a circular motion. He stroked her lips
with the thick sweetness then thrust his finger into her mouth. Clamping her
lips down, Bethoc moaned, greedily sucking the golden treat.